Chapter 181

Posted by Kuze, ? Views, Released on April 8, 2025

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181st Episode

Get Out of Our Yard!

181st Episode: Get Out of Our Yard! #1

Hippolyte’s eyes were glistening with tears.

Lately, has Hippolyte been using glitter and various makeup products to enhance her appearance?

Her makeup that had smeared with tears, along with her radiant eyes, looked more beautiful and appealing than ever. And then, before I could even realize what was happening, I ended up ejaculating on the warm curve of her cheeks and the upper part of her face.

I had merely wanted to ejaculate in her mouth, but the volume turned out to be more than expected, splashing on her face as well.

“Phew…”

Only then did I manage to regulate my breathing, having unknowingly held it till now. The ej*culation had been quite substantial, leaving me drained of all my strength.

After releasing such a large amount twice in a row, it was natural to feel that way. Nonetheless, the lingering sluggishness in my body seemed strange.

Anyway, I’ll need to allocate my next stat points into stamina. That way, this tired sensation after ej*culation might get a little better. Stamina, after all, is exactly that—endurance.

“Hiccup, it’s… slippery, hiccup…”

Hippolyte let out strings of white liquid from her mouth as if trying to spit out the semen I had ejaculated in her mouth.

I did have a faint hope that she might swallow it, but as it turned out, just like with Luna’s time, it was all part of my own fantasy.

Admittedly, it probably didn’t taste too good.

Though I have no idea how it tastes, it must be quite awful. Thinking that way made it easier to understand why she spat it out.

Anyway, although it was unintentional this time, I ended up engaging with Hippolyte again. The two of us sweating under the scorching heat, her ample bosom, and her powerful thighs—it really seemed inevitable given the circumstances. No one would have been able to resist such temptation, not even me.

As I was lost in these thoughts, Hippolyte lying in the shade moved her hand to casually wipe the white fluid off her face.

“Hiccup, what is this? Is this… semen…? Is this actual semen?”

She reacted as though it was something extraordinary, as if she couldn’t believe it was real. She then furrowed her brow and sniffed it.

“…It smells strange. To think something like this comes from inside the body…”

Sssrrrrk.

Seemingly lost in thought, she lay there reminiscing for a few minutes, then rose as though nothing had happened.

She looked down at her chest and thighs, dripping with semen and a mixture of body fluids, and nibbled her lower lip.

“I’ll go clean up.”

And then she entered her house.

Since her house has shower facilities, she must be planning to clean all of it off properly, as she had just mentioned.

A few minutes later, when she came back, she suggested I clean myself in her house as well.

Given the heat and the stickiness, I didn’t see a reason to refuse her offer, so I went ahead.

Even after scrubbing thoroughly, there was still something unsettling about it. Why was that?

When I stepped outside again, Hippolyte was leaning against the shade of a tree, her arms crossed, her behavior now markedly less approachable.

It was almost as if she had turned into a different person.

Nevertheless, we needed to talk.

“Uh, umm, Hippolyte-sama…”

“What is it?”

“Um, have you heard about the oil of Thunder Mandarin Ducks?”

“Do you need it?”

Upon closer look, Hippolyte held a small potion bottle in her hand.

A crimson liquid that must be the holy oil of Thunder Mandarin Ducks, which I had once received as a reward at the Venus Shrine.

This would definitely be useful for hiding various indiscretions.

Even Jupiter, the king of the gods, would frequently use this same oil to cover up his infidelities and hide various secrets from his wife.

In any case, it would be reassuring to have it.

“Uh, could I borrow that?”

“This costs one gold coin a bottle, and you expect me to just give it to you?”

Whoa, I had no idea that it cost one gold coin per bottle! The exorbitant price left me dizzy. It was understandable, I supposed, not to just ask for it outright.

While I was racking my brain for some clever plan, Hippolyte, with an unusually lazy and yet confident expression, said:

“If you can dodge my three punches in a row, I’ll give it to you. It’ll serve as part of your training.”

“Whoa, hell no.”

“Dodge!”

Hippolyte swung her fist at me. It was like a b*llet slicing through the air, making it difficult to evade.

By the time I realized I couldn’t dodge in time, I tried imagining my body hardening like a rock or an iron block.

“Iron Lump!”

However, the pain in my abdomen was unbearable, much worse than I had imagined.

“Graaaaaaah!”

“Don’t get hit, I said dodge.”

Apparently, techniques like that were just a fantasy.

*

As the sun started to set, Luna’s little cabin became visible in the distance.

Luna, who was crouched down in the rather spacious garden, messing around with various things on the ground, looked up when she sensed me approaching.

“World, Hassan! What on earth happened to you?”

Her already large eyes grew even wider like marbles as she immediately ran over to me.

“How did you get so disfigured?”

“What? But… you always look like this, don’t you?”

Luna looked genuinely surprised and distressed as she noticed the various bruises on my face.

My face must be a total mess right now with swelling and lumps as if I’d been stung by a bunch of bees.

“Hassan, you might be ugly usually, but you always had a certain charm. Now, it looks like a potato that rolled down a hill!”

What does ‘charmingly ugly’ even mean? Luna’s vocabulary sometimes goes beyond what I can comprehend.

“Hassan, did you get mugged? Or did you fight a dragon? What happened?”

Anyway, with Luna yelling beside me, my headache intensified as if my skull was shaking. I might even have a concussion.

Perhaps knowing that I was almost indestructible due to my toughness, Hippolyte didn’t hold back in the latter part and hit me without restraint. It felt like she simply wanted to punch me.

Of course, I shouldn’t have rushed into things with Hippolyte like that. From her perspective, she was justified in hitting, or even killing me.

Lately, I feel like my libido has been getting stronger and stronger. Once it gets triggered, it’s impossible to resist.

Back when I was a slave and under the curse of two-swords, I never imagined I would end up like this.

In any case, after passing Hippolyte’s test, I bathed thoroughly using the oil of Thunder Mandarin Ducks, wondering if it would actually work.

While I was lost in anxious thoughts, Luna sniffed me.

“The scent of Hippolyte is on you.”

At that moment, I felt more nervous than the pain from the bruises on my face and body. I was anxious to know what would happen next. But as I stood quietly there, Luna remarked,

“You were hit by Hippolyte, weren’t you?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s right.”

“That wretched woman. How could she beat someone to this extent? So, why did you get hit by Hippolyte? What did you do to deserve it?”

Luna’s question seemed to carry both worry and a veiled threat.

It felt like if I didn’t answer properly, she might hit me with a potato she was holding in her hand.

“So, I received some training from Hippolyte. It was… a practice in managing Ki, you could say.”

“Training?”

I explained that I had agreed to undergo one month of personal training from Hippolyte for 1 gold coin today. But the training was nothing less than extremely Spartan and barbaric.

“So that’s why you got beaten.”

Luna nodded, appearing satisfied with the explanation, giving me a sense of relief.

“Wait for me, I’ll go get some ointment! I happen to have something ready.”

Luna soon came out of the first-floor workshop with some things, holding a small scallop shell with a white powder inside. She proceeded to spread it all over my face.

Sshhhrrrr.

It felt like I had rubbed salt into my wounds, it hurt so much. What kind of medicine is this? Is it some sort of disinfectant?

“Ouch! What is this? What kind of medicine is this? It stings horribly!”

“Salt!”

Oh, it really is salt!

For a moment, I wondered if Luna was trying to torture me. Could it be that she knows everything?

Suddenly the idea scared me, so I decided to stop thinking about it.

“Just stay still.”

However, she was so serious while applying the salt, and it was common to use salt to treat wounds in this uncivilized world, so I just let her.

The medical standards in this world are truly deplorable.

“Alright, I’m done! How’s it feeling? Are you better now?”

My face was painfully swollen and itched like crazy, but I couldn’t bring myself to dismiss Luna’s effort, so I simply nodded.

She brightened up and said,

“I’ll apply it again before you go to bed!”

“No, I think I’ll be okay.”

“Alright? You should regularly disinfect the wounds.”

“My healing is fast, so it’ll heal soon. Anyway, what were you doing?”

I looked around to change the subject. The garden, which was completely disarrayed just this morning, was now remarkably tidy.

“Did you clean all this up?”

“It was so much work. I fixed the fence, and replanted the potatoes. You wouldn’t believe how hard it was under the blazing sun.”

“What about Paranoi?”

“No, I did all this alone. Paranoi didn’t come today. I don’t even know where she is. But look at this, isn’t it amazing?”

Luna led me to one corner of the yard. There, stuck into the ground, was a stick supporting a crude scarecrow resembling a lion made from scraps of cloth and hay.

“A lion?”

“Yes! This should scare even raccoons away. It’s an animal scare totem, isn’t it?”

What do you mean?

Though the lion was poorly constructed and somewhat dubious, I decided to give her a positive response as Luna looked quite proud.

“Amazing! It really does look like a lion! You’re better at this than I thought!”

“…Do you think so?”

Luna looked extremely flustered by my compliment and started staring awkwardly at her bare toes peeking out from the sandals I had bought her. They looked quite cute wiggling around.

Luna, as it turns out, is quite weak to compliments, just like me. Finding some resemblance between us, I felt more connected to her.

Anyway, making a lion to scare away raccoons using hay and scraps certainly fit Luna’s quirky yet lovable characteristics.

It had an oddly charming, wholesome game-like quality, much like an age-appropriate game for designing cute backyard scenarios.

But of course, whether this creation alone would deter the raccoon causing so much damage was questionable.

That’s when Luna, who was shyly shifting her feet, pointed to the ground and said through her embarrassment.

“T-this is a surprise I’m showing only to Hassan. I bought and installed a bear trap here. It costs 5 silvers.”

“Bear trap…?”

“Here, press this part and it snaps shut!”

Luna pressed the middle of the steel trap with her finger.

With a frightening “Cling!”, the steel trap snapped shut.

The scarecrow was just for deception, but this bear trap was the real deal. I was quite astonished that Luna was capable of such tactical acumen.

“There’s a spike trap here. If you touch this tripwire, a thorny branch will drop from above. This one is quite expensive, at 10 silvers.”

The traps Luna continued to show me were rather frightening. The yard’s theme had changed from an animal-friendly garden to something more like a hunting ground.

Suddenly seemed like the age-appropriateness level of the game had jumped significantly.

“What, isn’t this excessive?”

“Raccoons need to be killed.”

“Yeah. This much would surely k*ll them.”

“To intrude on my and Hassan’s yard and raid the harvest… I can’t forgive that. After checking, it was obvious that the raccoon had even peed, marking its territory to say it would come back!”

Looking closer, Luna seemed to have a visceral hatred toward the potato-eating raccoon. Such intense territorial awareness.

“Here, this path made of stones is safe, so you can walk on it! I also plan to set up warning signposts. Hassan’s handwriting is good, so Hassan can help write on the sign!”

Even amidst all this, she seemed to have carefully set up a safe zone.

At last, I helped Luna create and deeply planted a warning sign at the garden’s entrance, simply writing “Beware of traps.”

“But what about people who can’t read?”

That question from Luna made me reflect seriously. There was indeed a high rate of illiteracy in this world.

After pondering deeply, I decided to add a few more pictures to the sign. A skull pattern representing primal fear for both humans and animals.

Like a pirate flag or a poison symbol, after drawing a skull and some bones, Luna finally seemed reassured and smiled.

“Looks just like a real skull. Hassan, you draw so well. This is enough to scare anyone who sees it away!”

“Really?”

Even to me, it seemed like quite a good drawing. Probably because I’ve seen so many anatomical images, combined with my natural dexterity; it was understandable why it turned out so well.

Thus, after finishing the trap setup and warning signs, and with the evening fatigue creeping in, I enjoyed a rare quiet dinner alone with Luna. Since some of the meat we bought last time remained, we decided to grill it in the yard once more.

The sight of the fat and lean layers showed it was clearly pork belly. With the skin still on, we might as well call it pork collar.

“I intended to make bacon, but let’s just eat it plain.”

Luna was quietly storing the pork collar, intending to smoke it and process it into bacon.

However, for such high-quality meat, it would be better to grill it rather than turn it into bacon.

Confident in grilling, I spoke while placing the meat on the hot iron plate.

“On pork collar like this, first brown the skin by heating the fat, then grill the rest.”

Zzszszsz—.

The sound of heating meat on the broad steel plate was rather loud, making the stomach growl. Luna stared at the sizzling pork slices with shining eyes.

“Hm, this is going to be good. Hassan, you’re good at grilling! It’s the first time I’ve grilled pork belly, will it still taste good without turning it into bacon?”

Is this Luna’s first time eating pork belly?

As I was enthusiastically grilling with the intent to let Luna try delicious meat, …

Whooosh! Bang! Pa-pa-pang!

A sudden, thunderous sound from the sky startled me. Whoa! Has a war breakout? Are the crazy communists attacking finally?

Looking up at the sky, strange fireballs were firing high up and exploding, their scintillations beautifully resembling flower petals.

Whooosh! Pa-ba-bat!

“Fireworks!”

Luna, who was chewing the hot meat, raised both hands high and shouted.

What fireworks?

I suddenly remembered the city was buzzing because some mask festival or something was happening recently.

The festival must be starting.

“Hassan, let’s go to the city once we’re done eating! It’s the Mask Festival, you know!”